Dark Nemesis
First Post
Gradually, a few more students straggled in, but the number of students did not grow to be greater than sixty. It was a small class. Most of the people in the room appeared to be alert, excited about the days events. However, there were a few people who still looked to be exhausted from their respective journeys.
At 8:25, most of the students and their guests were attending to their breakfasts. It was then that they were joined by Christopher Bell. Mr. Bell was accompanied by another, a short gentleman dressed comfortably in a tweed jacket and slacks. His hair was mostly silver in color, and he occasionally stroked his silver mustache and beard thoughtfully. The two of them stopped at each of the tables, where the elderly gentleman introduced himself as William Pike. After Mr. Pike and Mr. Bell made small talk at each of the tables, they went to the long table at the front of the room, and took their seats. They were soon joined by four other people; two women and two men.
The first was a severe-looking woman, tall and thin with her black hair pulled back in a tight bun. She was dressed simply in a black and white business dress. The other woman was of average height, with blonde hair cut close to her skull. She seemed much more relaxed than the others, dressed in white shirt and pants that looked vaguely like a martial arts gi.
Of the men, the first was a wiry-looking man, with red hair that looked like it had not seen a comb in the last decade. He seemed distracted, taking his seat at the table with barely a word of greeting to his colleagues. By contract, the other was a tall man, who greeted Mr. Pike with an easy smile and a genial attitude. He was dressed comfortably in khaki slacks and a green turtle neck, with his brown hair was tied neatly back.
The six people stood at the front of the room, conversing quietly for a few minutes. Then, at 8:40, Mr. Pike stood up. He waited patiently as the conversation around the room quieted, before beginning to speak. “I am happy to see that so many have decided to join us as we begin our new semester. Though classes will not begin until next week, I have looked forward to this most of all: the opportunity to meet with members of the new class, to extend a warm welcome to each of you.”
He spoke in English, with a slight British accent. However, those who did not speak English as their primary language would have no trouble understanding him, as if he were addressing them in their native language.
As Mr. Pike spoke, Rinea tried to remain vigilant for Lucky and pay attention at the same time. However, it was difficult. After spending a few minutes dividing her attentions in such a manner, she felt a fatigue overcome her. After overcoming her weariness, she noticed a short fellow had climbed onto the chair on the other side of James. He was dressed all in green, and his hat sported a four-leaf clover. A moment later, he grabbed the plate of food that was sitting in front of James.
(OOC: Rinea used extra effort, and is fatigued; -2 to Strength and Dexterity, and she cannot run. Lucky used a half action to grab James' plate)
At 8:25, most of the students and their guests were attending to their breakfasts. It was then that they were joined by Christopher Bell. Mr. Bell was accompanied by another, a short gentleman dressed comfortably in a tweed jacket and slacks. His hair was mostly silver in color, and he occasionally stroked his silver mustache and beard thoughtfully. The two of them stopped at each of the tables, where the elderly gentleman introduced himself as William Pike. After Mr. Pike and Mr. Bell made small talk at each of the tables, they went to the long table at the front of the room, and took their seats. They were soon joined by four other people; two women and two men.
The first was a severe-looking woman, tall and thin with her black hair pulled back in a tight bun. She was dressed simply in a black and white business dress. The other woman was of average height, with blonde hair cut close to her skull. She seemed much more relaxed than the others, dressed in white shirt and pants that looked vaguely like a martial arts gi.
Of the men, the first was a wiry-looking man, with red hair that looked like it had not seen a comb in the last decade. He seemed distracted, taking his seat at the table with barely a word of greeting to his colleagues. By contract, the other was a tall man, who greeted Mr. Pike with an easy smile and a genial attitude. He was dressed comfortably in khaki slacks and a green turtle neck, with his brown hair was tied neatly back.
The six people stood at the front of the room, conversing quietly for a few minutes. Then, at 8:40, Mr. Pike stood up. He waited patiently as the conversation around the room quieted, before beginning to speak. “I am happy to see that so many have decided to join us as we begin our new semester. Though classes will not begin until next week, I have looked forward to this most of all: the opportunity to meet with members of the new class, to extend a warm welcome to each of you.”
He spoke in English, with a slight British accent. However, those who did not speak English as their primary language would have no trouble understanding him, as if he were addressing them in their native language.
As Mr. Pike spoke, Rinea tried to remain vigilant for Lucky and pay attention at the same time. However, it was difficult. After spending a few minutes dividing her attentions in such a manner, she felt a fatigue overcome her. After overcoming her weariness, she noticed a short fellow had climbed onto the chair on the other side of James. He was dressed all in green, and his hat sported a four-leaf clover. A moment later, he grabbed the plate of food that was sitting in front of James.
(OOC: Rinea used extra effort, and is fatigued; -2 to Strength and Dexterity, and she cannot run. Lucky used a half action to grab James' plate)
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